My masks are plentiful and I can change them in an instant. The stories they tell are but an act. For I am an actor playing a role, tailor fit for the audience. My words are often filled with double meanings, in the hope that someone will hear my cries for help. They are not strong but ever existing. My act is over as the curtain of night falls. As the audience leaves, I am left alone to carry my masks and my heavy heart. Left wondering if tomorrow will bring an alert audience member who will comment on the chips and cracks of my masks, and who is not afraid to help with the repair or removal.